Trust In Me Jennifer L Armentrout の小説・ストーリー

I remembered the way Armando had always been one step ahead. Had I been blind this whole time? Celeste reached out, resting a hand on mine. “I can help you,” she whispered. “But you have to trust me. You have to let go of whatever foolish hope you still have for him.” I looked at her, at the sincerity in her eyes, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I had found something solid. “I don’t know what to believe anymore,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. “Believe in yourself,” Celeste said. “And believe in justice.”

“Why do you care so much?” Armin’s eyes softened, and for a moment, he seemed to struggle with his words. “Because I care about you,” he said, his voice filled with quiet intensity. “And I can’t stand seeing you hurt. You deserve someone who’s there for you, who doesn’t disappear when things get hard.” Alysha felt her heart ache. “But you saw the photos. You know what’s out there. How can I ever trust anyone again?” Armin’s hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear that slipped down her face. “Trust takes time,” he said softly. “And I’m willing to give you all the time you need. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

I couldn’t exactly admit that I had hoped she was going to the sex club where I could have satiated the inferno of need for her that rages inside of me. Clearing my throat to give me a moment before my words come out tight and clipped reflecting my discomfort “Because I don’t trust you or this arrangement! You keep disappearing and honestly I don’t know why I am here when you won’t work with me or share anything you know!” A half truth, one that is palatable, just not the whole truth of the situation. I have mistrusted Damian’s intentions from the word go and I know that Amelia has research more advanced in that room of her’s that she is hiding from me.

I соuldn’t gіvе my truѕt еаѕіlу, but еvеn the lіttlе truѕt, I did оffеr wаѕ trаmрlеd. And whеn I nееdеd help with Aрrіl, Blake lіеd to mе. Thеn іt turned оut Jаѕоn just wаntеd tо uѕе uѕ fоr bаіt. Nоw I’m оn the vеrgе оf selling my body whіlе trуіng tо еѕсаре Aрrіl’ѕ uncle, a family mеmbеr whо we were both mеаnt tо truѕt! What a nіghtmаrе. I hаvе no rеаѕоn іn thе wоrld tо еxресt hеlр аt thіѕ stage.

— corner seat. Prefers latte. No sugar. Usually alone. Assistant sometimes calls at 2:40 p.m.** Her desk was worse. Magazines featuring Amelia’s interviews were stacked in uneven piles. One was flipped open to a page where Amelia spoke about resilience and rebuilding after betrayal. Shantel had underlined a sentence so hard the paper nearly tore. *“Trust is fragile. Once broken, it changes you.”* She smirked. “Oh, it does,” she muttered. Beside the magazines lay a notepad filled with rehearsed sentences.

Crying won’t get me out of here. Crying won’t change the fact that I let this happen. That I let her in. Tamrin. The name burns through me like acid. Why did I trust her? Why did I open my door to her after everything? I should’ve known. I should’ve seen this coming. But I didn’t. And now I’m here. And I don’t know if I’ll ever get out My body is going numb.

"But I've been cleared by pack authority and I assure you I'm here to find the truth, not to support any particular outcome. That's my job." I looked at her for a moment. Her eyes didn't shift. They stayed steady and direct and I decided to trust that, not because I had any particular reason to but because I was tired and I needed to trust something or someone this morning or I was going to fall apart in this hallway in front of Amy who was watching from the sitting room doorway with her arms crossed and her face arranged into something that looked almost like concern. "Fine," I said. "Let's go."

“I’ve waited. I’ve fought. But I can’t fight your fears for you. You have to meet me halfway, Amara.” Her pulse thundered against her ribs. Trust, such a simple word, had become an elusive, almost sacred currency in her life. She had learned to whisper it only in private, to treat it as fragile and precious. Could she offer it tonight? Could she offer herself, fully, without reservation? Could she trust not only Liam but herself, her judgment, her heart, her instincts, all at once?

A Conspiracy. It sounded paranoid. Dramatic. Like something from a thriller novel. But everything that had happened in the past two weeks sounded like fiction and yet it was all real. “I don’t know who to trust anymore,” I whispered. “You can trust me.” Jennifer grabbed my hands. “I know you’re scared. I know you don’t know what to believe. But Vivian, I have been your friend for six years. I have fought for you, worked beside you, supported you through everything. I am not part of whatever this is.”

“Baby love, have I given you any doubt or reason not to believe me?” “Yes Duke, yes. First, your co-worker Jennifer, or whatever her name is. Then Selina. Then you checked the gender of my baby without even asking me.” I have all the explanations for all the statements she had made, but I don’t want to prolong this conversation. “I’m sorry baby love.” “That’s not enough. You keep giving me reasons why Amal's words are right.” Ohh, I see that’s what this is all about. Trust. She doesn’t trust me because of what Amal said. Wow.